Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the without a trace.
I'm dead in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I straight to her window for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the serve light, I let myself in.
Head full of with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there bitch lay.
Livin on earth to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are im bout to vomit.
I grabbed the knife outta my and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's like I care.
But I could a fuck less before she dies I grab her by her blood
hair.
And tell her shits be allright on my end.
Im it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a
it came to this.
Life goes on except for one bitch.
Aint it

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Murder Murder Murder. You never of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes goin because we you to die.
Time to your ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was Tuesday 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin sendin somebody to heaven.
On the of faith of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, know im dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make sure nobody seein me.
As I move to the of the stolen car.
Up to the door with the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All the phone booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
Lookin for the dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
a couple teeth loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my empty duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and watch him piss on tile.
Never him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So for that mans best friend.
Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the and pillow cases.
Fuck that bitch, shes a kunt.
And her nothin but a slut.
Cant wait to her mouth shut.
2:30 she home from work.
blouse, tight shirt.
attire.
For this for hire.
Throw the keys on the table said are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And reachin for the telephone, to call the police.
Strangled the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em I know im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle suffered a nose.
But im though.
As I move to the to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
think you understand, SEE!

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